Ring-a-ling
            The witch is dead
            The jester refuses
            To stand on his head
            He is mad at the King
            For burning his sister
            And now the kingdom
            Is deprived of its trickster
            

            Ring-a-ling
            Knights are searching the land
            For another buffoon
            That can walk on his hands
            The Queen is despondent
            She will laugh at no other
            For the jester is also
            Her own secret lover
            

            Ring-a-ling
            The King is dead
            Struck by a blow
            To the back of the head
            The land is in mourning
            But the court is aglow
            It seems that the jester
            Is gladly performing
            His farewell show
            

            Ring-a-ling
            Tomorrow morning
            The jester will marry the Queen
            And cast aside his pointy hat
            For the golden crown
            Of a murdered King
            

            Ring-a-ling
            Ring-a-ling